Reason

I wrote this letter to remind myself the reasons I’m alive
I got to reason number five
With my pen, I wrote on and I tried
To find words that describe all the times
I caught myself and realised, there are good things just ahead of me
But right now, it gets hard to believe
That I know that I’m safe when I leave
And you can’t speak to me
And when I can’t receive
The words I know you mean
Nothing can st me free
And I was breaking but a little part of m thinks that I’m glad
I can go through things that make me sad
It’s the only time off that I’ve had
Any more then I start to go mad
Reason that I had at number one (Was I liked you)
Know the feeling well of being loved (At number two)
And like the feeling I’ve been counting up (I can’t choose)
But you’re never far because you can’t